Watching a sad movie on a night like this

When I woke up, I found that my English reading was still at the progress I saw last week, and I didn't have an inexplicable favor on any of the options as I imagined; the pots and pans are still soaked in the sink, I will not read that They're a new spell; new and old clothes of all kinds and crumpled up all over the corner, showing no sign of getting better, getting organized; going out in a new T-shirt, sitting on the bus, except because of the The speed of taking out the IC card was a little slow, which affected the people behind, and the driver turned his head in dissatisfaction, but no one paid attention to the difference between me today and yesterday; my mother called and asked me to help her collect the dishes in the space when I had time. Now, I said: good, good, good. this boring life. . . .

I am 23 years old and about to enter a confusing birth year, single, living alone for family reasons. I have a female friend that I have known for 7 years, and we talk about everything together; there is no male friend of the same kind. No savings, no housing (now this one doesn't have my name on it), no job. The latest task is to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I regret this decision, but I have to stick to it. Go to bed with the sun rising and wake up every day when the sun sets. Every plan made about review dies unfinished.

Going back ten years ago, I have not guessed from any signs in my life about my current life, or even the major I have studied, but the only thing I can be sure of is that in my imagination at that time, I must be much more proud of myself than I am today. If you let me guess ten years from now, I can only reply with a blank. Those beautiful imaginations will begin to become misty with reality. Around us, too many houses are ready to fly in balloons, too many vampires and werewolves lurking in the flower beds downstairs in our community, too much magic, in museums. The exhibits are always slipping out at night when we're not looking. . . .

But in fact, nothing happened to them. We are still running on our own track, doing ordinary ourselves and dreaming extraordinary dreams.
"LOVE YOURSELF FIRST", I am looking forward to a little girl at the bus stop one day handing me such a heart-shaped cookie with such warm words written on it, so that I can find my own shadow in it.


The reason i forgive you is because you are not perfect.
You are imperfect, and so am i.
All humans are imperfect, even the man outside my apartment who litters.
When i was young, i wanted to be anybody but myself.


And on a night like this, such a movie really sad.

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